Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Our house is notorioius for leaving laundry to fester for much longer than it should. Some sits in the dryer to be "wrinkle rid" over and over and over again. Other times, we end up with stuff in the washer which develops a kind of wicked funk that requires rewashing. So when I smelled the funk this weekend it seemed normal to me until we opened the top of the washer and noticed the water never drained and it had created some kind of blue toxic soup that quickly permeated the house.

Needless to say, it was time for a new washer. We inherited ours from the previous owners of the house and knew when they day came that one of them went to that great laudromat in the sky, they both would go. Murder/suicide on the appliance level.

So, in an effort to save money and bit of the environment, we chose the washer you see here. A front loading vortex of liquid doom. I still don't understand how it works having watched it go through a couple loads now. It uses some special detergent, I'm sure created to get me to buy something new, and seems to apply a kind of quantum force to the clothes that removes dirt. I'm tempted to open it while it is running to see what happens but the bright LOCKED light on the front keeps me from doing it